There ain't a liquor store around for miles This dry county is giving me the shakes I grab another smoke Nicotine and a couple of pills Will cure the craving for a pabst blue ribbon and bourbon I wanna go home One two three four shots and I'll be over board Five six seven or eight in the morning I'll be gone It's drier than a desert here Couple of hours before I'm seeing the oasis of a neon sign Hank is on that radio Singing about his bucket's got a hole he can't buy no beer